song of the ghost of crazy bet.
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Flow softly, sweet stream, as you pass by the place,
And bless it in silvery tones;
Reflect every feature, and catch every grace,
And melody make with the stones.
And bless it in silvery tones;
Reflect every feature, and catch every grace,
And melody make with the stones.
O, bless the still valley, ye angels above,
Ye holy, invisible throng!
And ever spread o'er it your pinions of love.
And bless it with me in your song.
Ye holy, invisible throng!
And ever spread o'er it your pinions of love.
And bless it with me in your song.
